“Wow,” she breathes out. This is one of the things I love about her, she has no idea just how amazing she truly is.
“Goodnight, Presley,” I tell her as I kiss the top of her head.
She shocks the shit out of me though, she kisses my chest, right where my heart is before she says, “Goodnight, Lincoln.”
Fuck yeah, this girl right here, she’s mine.
19
Presley
“Oh god, Lincoln,” my body bows back, and I grasp the pillows beneath my head. I woke up this morning with Lincoln’s body covering my back as if I would leave him while he was asleep, only to be awoken softly when he flipped me onto my back.
Lincoln somehow maneuvered my shirt off of my body in my sleep, it was big and oversized to begin with. He grumbled something about when we’re in bed he wants me naked. I laughed it off, too tired to decipher his caveman talk. But now, I understand the appeal as his mouth works my body and he isn’t even at the place I need him most. No, he’s feasting on my nipples, one at a time, at a rate that’s so torturously slow. My hips are thrusting up, but Lincoln is ignoring me.
“I want you coming just from me sucking on your nipples, Presley. Then I’ll make you mine,” he finally admits.
“You’re killing me, Linc. I need you so bad,” I groan. I wish my body would just give over to the orgasm he’s building up inside me.
He continues on, licking, nipping, and biting my nipple. It’s only when I feel his hand moving my panties to the side, do I settle down some.
“This is all for me, Presley. This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” he questions. This is the side of him I only get to see when it’s just the two of us. He doesn’t show his dominating side everywhere, only when it’s just the two of us.
“It’s all yours,” I breathe out. He moves so he can take my panties off, in a flash he’s back between my legs, and if he didn’t have his boxers on, he could be inside me.
His fingers are back at my center, his thumb playing with my clit, his finger slowly dipping inside me.
My body is shuddering, Lincoln’s mouth is on my breast, his fingers are deep inside of me, it’s enough to tip me over the edge, and I come like never before. “God damn, Presley. Look at you coming apart for me, baby” he demands.
I look down at his thumb on my clit, his finger still lazily thrusting in and out of me. I should be sated after orgasming, but I’m not. I want Lincoln inside of me, no, I need him inside of me.
My hands find the edge of his boxers, I want my hand surrounding his girth, but most of all, I want to see him bare, much like I am to him.
Lincoln gets my message, helping me strip him out of his black boxers. My gaze is locked on his cock.
I lick my lips, I want nothing more than to have his length in my mouth, to taste him, and boy is Lincoln more than a mouthful. Something tells me, I wouldn’t be able to wrap my hand around him or take him deep either.
“Condom?” he questions.
“Not needed, it’s the wrong time of the month,” I moan. Lincoln’s cock is in his hand, slowly jacking himself off.
“You sure?” his cock is already at the entrance to my pussy.
“Yes,” I moan, and then I bring my hips up to his and he slams inside of me in one hard thrust.
“Shit,” I scream, my body getting accustomed to his size.
“Presley,” he groans. Then I’m air born, Lincoln lays down on his back, I’m on top of him. It feels better this way, I’m allowed to move at my own pace until I get used to his length. Then I’m sure he’ll be back to dominating my body.
“Move those hips, baby,” he demands. My hands find his chest, I lift my body up and slowly lower it down. Both of us finding a tempo and working together.
My head tips back on a moan, I feel his knees come up, leaning my body back I use my knees to guide him in and out.
“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” His body pulls up and we’re wrapped in each other’s arms as we work together, both of us wanting to reach that moment together.
“I’m going to come,” I croon.
“Yeah, you are. Come for me, Presley.” My body is his to demand and I do just what he wants.
I feel him come inside of me, a sense of belonging to Lincoln sitting deep inside my soul.
“That was beautiful,” I tell Lincoln. Our eyes meeting each other, the grin I love on him showing proudly.